I Won'T Come
You may go as your wish wherever you want. Take with you the living flowers leaving for me not any fragrance. I have no difficulties in alone dark ground. With the June rains I won't make the tears of suffering. All substances on the earth you may enjoy according to your satisfaction. I won't come there to remind my lost existence.
Dry season for my drinks
Skylark guest of your clouds
Death of love won't touch you
15.06.2020 Chattogram
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